splish splash I was having a bath

Ah, a bath, what a joy. It's deep and perfect. Only been in situ a few months. I adore my bath. What is more luxurious than a deep, long, fragranced and bubbly soak? Tomorrow I will be 37. Today the plan was to soak and indulge away the few remaining hours of 36. Toddler boy all tucked up after a hard day of tantrums and up-sicks brought on by near constant coughing. Baby girl asleep in her rocker, fed and peaceful. It was the moment for the dream to come true.

Usually a bath is a rushed affair snuck in before baby girl wants changed/fed/looked at...or taken while toddler boy attempts to 'help' by filling the bath with all available items be they bath related or decidely not such as the wind up radio (it took 2 days to revive) while soaking his entire being and much of the bathroom with my futile bath water.

But tonight was going to be different. In an environmentally defiant mood I upped the thermostat to 28, ran a deep hot bath and prepared to mooch in splendor. That facepack which promised to lift and tone was whipped onto the face, the sachet of posh shampoo that came free with a woman's mag was placed carefully at the ready and a glass of something red and boozy was sipped while said facepack did its funky thing. Tomorrow I may be that bit closer to the dreaded 40 but tonight I'd put up a fight against the lines and wrinkles that age so sweetly delivers.

So far, so good...

I'm neck deep and loving it. Posh shampoo is massaged in and peforming whatever miracles it can on my post pregnancy mop, don't you love it when a plan comes together?

Then, hark, what is that? Baby girl awake...nooooooooo. Oh yes, awake and demanding immediate attention. A rapid response unit in my head comes into play, wet and dripping dash to the living room, shift baby girl to bathroom so my presence can soothe her, dip dummy in malt extract and dip dummy in her noisy little mouth. Peace. Again. Must remember to mop post bath so I don't skid and break another bone.

Back in the bath somewhat less relaxed but determined to enjoy my indulgence I sink beneath the bubbles and allow myself a sigh. So where were we? Ah yes, soothe and soak...

Then, hark, what is that? Toddler boy awake...nooooooooooo. Oh yes. Awake, coughing, crying and pulling every guilt string in my luxury hound mothers heart. Pulls me right out of the bath and into his room for a cuddle and comfort. At this point I give up. Abandon all hope ye who enter motherhood.

The plug is pulled. Dressing gown dragged on. Wine poured once more, well a girl needs something when all else has failed. Toddler boy is back in the land of nod and baby girl is on my knee gurgling and happy. So happy she vomits. Vomits sicky baby milk all over my fragranced fresh from bath skin.

So much for a special goodbye to 36, roll on 37 I say...